But never had written a line to her,
Once his idol and Cara Sposa:
And how he had storm'd, and treated her ill,
Because she refused to go down to a mill,
She didn't know where, but remember'd still
That the Miller's name was Mendoza.
CCCII.
How often he waked her up at night,
And oftener still by the morning light,
Reeling home from his haunts unlawful;